It certainly has been an interesting season, my first season with a blog. I have looked like a genius at times, I have looked like an idiot at times. Mostly the idiot thing. But always, self serving yet unabashedly honest.
But why re-hash the past I say. We have a Superbowl game left to watch. Down to one game. This wild and wacky football season has one foot in the grave. And for once in my life, I can honestly say I am ready for it to be over. My brain just can’t comprehend the NFL any more. Not for now.
One look at the Superbowl contenders tells you the story of the season.
The Patriots? Everybody pretty much expected them to be here from the moment they went on a WR signing spree last offseason. But on the brink of 19-0? I doubt even the most wacked Patriots fan (and that is saying something) would have realistically thought this possible. Perfection. On the line. And all of football’s talking heads that stood steadfast to the notion that an undefeated season just wasn’t possible in this parity driven reality that is the NFL may be proven wrong once again. Count me in that group. The Patriots exceeded even their own lofty expectations to this point.
The Giants? What the hell? I never saw this one coming. They looked dead in the water a couple of months ago. They were really good at finding ways to lose through the first 12 games. Teetering on being an also-ran in the incredibly below average NFC. But the defense has jelled on this team, and I swear I saw a light bulb come on over Eli Manning’s head about a month ago. Eli has started doing the “little things” that transform an NFL quarterback from average to good. Eli is looking off defenders, keeping the opposition off balance, and delivering the ball accurately and quickly. Did we just see this guy turn the corner? Or is it just a head fake that will leave the Giants fans feeling ill come Sunday? Who are these guys, and why do they have a big chunk of the population convinced they can lay waste to the chosen ones?
And the Giants do have people believing. But not me.
Oh no, I’m not climbing on the bandwagon. I have been down that road and it is a painful one. Not me. Not this time.
You know me. I am an underdog guy. Love to bet the underdog. Love to root for the underdog. Through Spock-like mind melds, I try to will underdogs to victory. And what has it got me? Mostly heartbreak. And after this season I am just too emotionally spent to put it all on the line for the G-Men.
And trust me, I would love to. I would love to climb aboard that crowded bandwagon with the rest of you, throw my support behind the Giants, and pump my fist in the air when they hoist the Lombardi on Sunday afternoon in amid the backdrop of a stunned Patriots team. Man that would be great. That would probably be one of the best moments of my life.
But it just isn’t going to happen. And I am not going to allow myself to even dream it. I just can’t tolerate any more pain this season. It is going to be painful enough to watch the Pats rewrite history. I just can’t delude myself into hoping, believing, or betting that it won’t happen. There is no more fight in this underdog. I have accepted the sickening and unavoidable truth. The Patriots are indeed going to win the Superbowl. And they will probably win it big.
All the Giants bandwagoners have plenty of ammunition. They have plenty of reason to hope. I understand that. And Sunday night I will sympathize with you. But I just can’t go on the ride with you.
“But Kevin, the Giants took the Patriots to the limit in week 17, they do not fear the Patriots like most teams. They know they can play with them. They have confidence. The Patriots just haven’t looked as dominate over the last month of the season. Kevin, why can’t you believe this can happen?”
Yeah, all of that it true. And Brady limping around in that boot last week was great theater. Really added fuel to the Giants bandwagon bonfire. But all of that is just an illusion.
The bottom line for me is this. Belichick has had two weeks to prepare his team. That is deadly.
This game will be played in a nice clean sterile laboratory. No elements. No wind. No rain. No snow. A fast track and Randy Moss against the Giants secondary. That is deadly.
And that is the deal breaker for me. The Patriots will not lose a game under such conditions. I have been saying it all along. To beat the Patriots, teams need elements in their favor to level the playing field. Because the Brady to Moss connection is just too much to overcome otherwise.
The Patriots will likely resemble the team that spent the fair weather first half of the season stomping opponents into a bloody slurry, rather than the one that looked entirely mortal when the winter winds put their killing spree on hiatus.
So stock up the liquor cabinet. Order your wings early. Enjoy the day drinking and eating yourself into oblivion with your friends. But don’t ruin it by betting your hard earned money on the Giants, or deluding yourself into thinking the governer will be calling in a reprieve. There is no Santa Claus. There is no Easter bunny. And there is no way in hell that the Giants are going to pull this off.
God that was painful. And if I look like an idiot come Monday morning, I will be one happy sumbitch. Well, as happy as an idiot with a hangover can be, that is. More likely I will be miserable and hung over. But at least I am prepared. My old Boy Scout troop leader would be proud.
